"There's a lot of reasons," he drawls, and waves a hand dismissively. "But this is a party. If you want war stories, I'd be happy to meet you. Privately."
The way he says "privately" is a come-on all on its own. He even wriggles a little, a long, sinuous motion. He's used to using that lanky frame of his to best effect.
"You don't look like one," he says. "You're not wearing their badge, and you're not insulting me. Not acting like one."
He beams. And laughs. He's coming on fairly strongly, but, honestly, he doesn't care. He just likes the attention.
oh but he likes it the HARD way B)
The way he says "privately" is a come-on all on its own. He even wriggles a little, a long, sinuous motion. He's used to using that lanky frame of his to best effect.
"You don't look like one," he says. "You're not wearing their badge, and you're not insulting me. Not acting like one."
He beams. And laughs. He's coming on fairly strongly, but, honestly, he doesn't care. He just likes the attention.
"That's what I like to hear."